 Gee, what a sight Hollywood Boulevard is. People milling around, sirens going, cops arresting pickpockets, streetcars bumping into automobiles, automobiles bumping into pedestrians, and above it all, a loudspeaker playing a record of some enchanted evening. Well, I'd better get over to the store and... Oh, hello, Bob. Oh, hiya, Doris. What are you doing up on Hollywood Boulevard? Well, I just have one more present to buy, and it's pretty tough making a choice because this guy I have to buy it for has such perfect taste. He's so discriminating, such a man of the world. Well, who is this guy? Me.